BEATING RINGERS INTO MYSTICAL GOLD FINGERS OF MA & PA
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
----------------- exotica in the universe ----------------
I don't care one twit about anything that THEY think about what I say and what I do, do you?
If you do, you'll miss most of the Time & Space movin' in and out of your beautiful mind, dope
Just like the days and nights you spent dreamin' about living out on the beach at Daryl's joint
The people, we people always change one way or the other, it's real & fake, what's the point?
Kiko Tiko I like it more than three or four times seventeen hundred squared or cubed, OK sin
To be or not to be in here, right now, on my cue without a stand-in, stage is set, this is arson
Burnin' down the house for the ones who think it's all free but freedom ain't free, too human
Like philosophers and priests who maimed the logic and reason for the sake of blinded fate!
Cause of the first mover to be alive in the cosmic soup is well, a mystery created out Null & Void
Mothers of us all, everyone of them, yes even some of y'all here and now, acid we need to avoid
They will coax us to make more of the same, good, real bad and of course, like me, the GD ugly
Fingerprints and saliva tests prove that the crime was just in time, I am the son of Robert E. Lee.
I rebelled like a good soldier does, following the orders of superiors that threaten your rations
To eat bread and butter, meat off of animal bones and drinkin' firewater to wash it down, sins
More the merrier, lovin' the disobedience to the laws suggested by the dead men, all gone too
Grandmasters played the games, left the board without the players, game's over a sea of blue!
Theorems and corollaries put into play's of misshapened balls & pucks, to throw and hit far aways
Beans are not magic but they are the essence of growing things from the groundwater fool's gold
Shining so that not even a blind man cannot see the Truth about the matter, live and die, get old
Born free, death in debt with UFO Owners of Landing & Housing, #UFO DNA cousins, gods, Greys!
Unknown a minute after your last huff & puff to blow this playing card house down, sudden awe
Eyes blinded, mutated into insight wide open staring into the sun's burning rays, flesh is so raw
Full of the life's blood that keeps the animation from slowing down to a terminal decomposition
Not unlike the ends of symphonic windblown and friction and animal skin beats be boppin' 'em.
Think a thought about a secret electro-magnetic force, all too human genome, food to an alien
Fighting to death my right to be buried or burned or lost at sea but not eaten by my hungry kin
Man and woman die, we cry and hope we get more time without a soul in a holy corpus dilecti
Don't worry, accept the facts, here they are, you're phuq'd like your ancestors, a good day to die!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, March 10th (#NotTheIdesYet) 2021 Anno Domini
{ Fait accompli @ 5:55 AMPST drafted while listenin' to magic from @DarylsHouse @SmokeyRobinson link @ https://youtu.be/1Zj7BIAPUmY?list=RD1Zj7BIAPUmY }
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